Face Candy - The Art of Faking Orgasm lyrics
[Face Candy - The Art of Faking Orgasm lyrics]
Thank you
Man, save the kids from the ignorance
We save them from the ignorance -
We save them from the
Indolence and from the innocence and
From the penetrating benefit's
And from all of the skeptic mystisism and all
Of the neglected wisdom and
The eclectic visions
That wreck incisions - the prosphetic limbs
Bend into the wrong space -
Why don’t you transcend - let the
Wind hit skin and then -
Only then will you be able to eat
Will you be able to feel your fucking
Teeth when the flavourless meat’s ripped
I can't feel my feet i can’t feel my balance
I can’t fill my void
I can’t build this palace
My teeth are so weak they grind to eachover
My peoples are blind my brothers and mothers
(Stomach rumbling)
I hold it, I controlled it
I first revoked it
But now that I’ve got a little bit older I
Know that it’s too hot to hold -
So I have to hope it
One day will cool down -
Wipe it with soap and scope without from
A mile away out of town
And then I took the chance and
Grabbed it anyway without the pot
Hold us - yes now, that I’m holding’s gold
Fist don’t, know
Where my skin is going to grow back -
All I see is motherfucking bones - what?
Who is gong to control that?
Sticks, sticks, sticks and stones
They won't ever break my bones
They won't ever hang me from
My own eternal mistletoe
They won't ever put me on the little
Individual’s kind of a little invisible -
When you’re swimming in a little tiny
Principle they can’t even see
Anymore it’s pain
Thank you i do this, I can’t see, but
I’m so sorry
So unproportionate constant buzzing
Always going on is never silent
Man, save the kids from the ignorance
We save them from the ignorance -
We save them from the
Indolence and from the innocence and
From the penetrating benefit's
And from all of the skeptic mystisism and all
Of the neglected wisdom and
The eclectic visions
That wreck incisions - the prosphetic limbs
Bend into the wrong space -
Why don’t you transcend - let the
Wind hit skin and then -
Only then will you be able to eat
Will you be able to feel your fucking
Teeth when the flavourless meat’s ripped
I can't feel my feet i can’t feel my balance
I can’t fill my void
I can’t build this palace
My teeth are so weak they grind to eachover
My peoples are blind my brothers and mothers
(Stomach rumbling)
I hold it, I controlled it
I first revoked it
But now that I’ve got a little bit older I
Know that it’s too hot to hold -
So I have to hope it
One day will cool down -
Wipe it with soap and scope without from
A mile away out of town
And then I took the chance and
Grabbed it anyway without the pot
Hold us - yes now, that I’m holding’s gold
Fist don’t, know
Where my skin is going to grow back -
All I see is motherfucking bones - what?
Who is gong to control that?
Sticks, sticks, sticks and stones
They won't ever break my bones
They won't ever hang me from
My own eternal mistletoe
They won't ever put me on the little
Individual’s kind of a little invisible -
When you’re swimming in a little tiny
Principle they can’t even see
Anymore it’s pain
Thank you i do this, I can’t see, but
I’m so sorry
So unproportionate constant buzzing
Always going on is never silent